You may have noticed a lack of activity around here recently. In addition to my current deployment (now in its sixth month), I confess I have just grown weary of pointing out everything that is wrong with this thing we can scarcely remember as the Dallas Cowboys, America’s Team.

My Mom, like a million other moms, said, “If you cannot say something nice about someone, don’t say anything at all.”

Forrest Gump talked on a park bench for what appeared to be hours and concluded each subject with the words, “And that’s all I have to say about that.”

My wife thinks I should focus on being more positive. Since I have to consider that she may be right, I just don’t want to look too closely at the mess Jerry Jones— the ONE NFL GM that can never be fired no matter how utterly clueless he proves himself to be— has made of the team I am still trying very hard to love.